A Slice of Life Story
So I come home at 9:30, just in time to watch Scrubs, and Connie, after filling me in on the latest family gossip, goes to bed. But after she's in bed, and I'm in the den, she LOVES to carry on long, barely audible conversations between the two rooms. Here is just a bit of that conversation from last night.
Connie: Is "The American Race" on tonight?
Me: You mean "The Amazing Race"? Yeah.
Connie: Oh. I thought it was on Wednesdays. Will you Tivo it for me?
Me: I Tivo it every week, Ma. (short pause)Sure.
Connie: Thank you, mija. (long pause, and then she mentioned something about phones, or cable, or something I can't remember, but then the WEIRDEST segue into...) And I'm gonna buy a defibulator [sic] for the house.
Me: Uh, why do we need a defibrilator for the house?
Connie: Because you never know.
Me: Uh, why do we need a defibrilator for the house?
Connie: Because you NEVER KNOW.
Me: Why do we need a defibrilator in the house? Have we ever needed one before? Is there cause to HAVE one in the house?
Connie: Well, I'm not as young as I used to be, and you could use it.
Me: Uh, no I couldn't. I would NEVER use one of those things. (Who am I? Fuckin Noah Wiley?)
Connie: Are you telling me if I died, you wouldn't shock me?
Me: Yup.
Just a short one, today, unless I think of something else to tell y'all.